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Walks in the rain
May. 27th, 2019 07:21 amYesterday I planted the chiles, tomatoes, and tomatillo seedlings out in
the garden. I made cages for the tomatillos and some of the tomatoes with
some of the poles and withies we saved from pruning the elderberries and
dogwood: 5 poles, three or four withies woven in a ring to stabilize them.
I still need to go out and tie up the orange paste tomatoes since I put
them in a bare spot by the peas. P applied the trimmer to the front borders.
We went to the farmers market and got vegan sourdough blueberry muffins
(!), basil, and lettuce. We attempted to get wine, but the liquor store
wasn’t open yet. We went to geagle and got salad cheese, mayonnaise, coffee
dairy, brie for me, and gf crackers. P split off to circle back for wine,
which had opened in the meantime, then home, lunch, and crossword.
I made a little prototyping piece of scalloped fabric to demo different
lace patterns on, and started the first round of sc of one I’d picked out.
Stabbing into fabric is a PITA; thankfully Gerty’s project has a
machine-eyeletted edging already on it. I might try putting one in my
prototype for the next test.
P mowed the lawn and took a walk, then had a shower while I made dinner. We
ate, then played scrabble (674 board score, extremely good for us). Then P
helped drape the back panel of the shirt and figure out one of the side
seams, which was more challenging than expected. It turns out that the
fullest part of my shoulder lies just above the armpit, and the fullest
part of my bust is just below, so there are some extreme hijinks managing
fullness around the body in that whole area. No wonder I was having so much
trouble fitting alone! Also verified that I am, indeed, as asymmetrical as
the initial drape implied, and maybe I really should switch to different
patterns for left and right. Anyway we were both worn out by the time we
finished the one side seam so the other will have to wait for another day.
Direct to sleep. Dreamt of university mainframes and choir warmups and
being bad at nouns and a horde of undead body-hopping sysadmins. Wat.
the garden. I made cages for the tomatillos and some of the tomatoes with
some of the poles and withies we saved from pruning the elderberries and
dogwood: 5 poles, three or four withies woven in a ring to stabilize them.
I still need to go out and tie up the orange paste tomatoes since I put
them in a bare spot by the peas. P applied the trimmer to the front borders.
We went to the farmers market and got vegan sourdough blueberry muffins
(!), basil, and lettuce. We attempted to get wine, but the liquor store
wasn’t open yet. We went to geagle and got salad cheese, mayonnaise, coffee
dairy, brie for me, and gf crackers. P split off to circle back for wine,
which had opened in the meantime, then home, lunch, and crossword.
I made a little prototyping piece of scalloped fabric to demo different
lace patterns on, and started the first round of sc of one I’d picked out.
Stabbing into fabric is a PITA; thankfully Gerty’s project has a
machine-eyeletted edging already on it. I might try putting one in my
prototype for the next test.
P mowed the lawn and took a walk, then had a shower while I made dinner. We
ate, then played scrabble (674 board score, extremely good for us). Then P
helped drape the back panel of the shirt and figure out one of the side
seams, which was more challenging than expected. It turns out that the
fullest part of my shoulder lies just above the armpit, and the fullest
part of my bust is just below, so there are some extreme hijinks managing
fullness around the body in that whole area. No wonder I was having so much
trouble fitting alone! Also verified that I am, indeed, as asymmetrical as
the initial drape implied, and maybe I really should switch to different
patterns for left and right. Anyway we were both worn out by the time we
finished the one side seam so the other will have to wait for another day.
Direct to sleep. Dreamt of university mainframes and choir warmups and
being bad at nouns and a horde of undead body-hopping sysadmins. Wat.
